Her body was finally free, but her wrists were shackled in cold handcuffs.
The man in black said emotionlessly, "Young Master is waiting for you in the car."
That single sentence pronounced the complete end of her freedom. She would step into that magnificent cage once more.
It was an extended Lincoln. Sophie Sullivan got into the car, and the man in black closed the car door. She turned her head to one side, looking out the car window.
"Turn your head back," a deep, irresistible voice commanded.
Sophie turned her head and glared at him coldly.
Thomas Shannon reached out, grabbed her jaw, and narrowed his eyes. "Take off that feather dress."
"What do I wear if I take it off?"
Although she also thought this feather dress made her look like some kind of bizarre bird, what would she wear if she took it off now?
"Nothing."
Sophie sneered, "You're dreaming."
The man released her. She rubbed her jaw and turned her head to the other side.
